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His Mind’s Always On Something Else. He’d Live In A Ratty Cardigan, And He’s Always Worrying Holes In The Pockets Of His Pants. He Can Never Seem To Find His Wallet Or Anything In The Refrigerator. And Just When You Think He’s Not Paying Any Attention To What You’re Saying Or Doing, He Comes Up With Exactly The Right Answer Or Solution.”", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death"“people""who Expect Perfection In A Mate Miss A Lot Of Fun—and Sweetness.", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death]

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His Mind’s Always On

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His Mind’s Always On Something Else. He’d Live In A Ratty Cardigan, And He’s Always Worrying Holes In The Pockets Of His Pants. He Can Never Seem To Find His Wallet Or Anything In The Refrigerator. And Just When You Think He’s Not Paying Any Attention To What You’re Saying Or Doing, He Comes Up With Exactly The Right Answer Or Solution.”", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death"“people""who Expect Perfection In A Mate Miss A Lot Of Fun—and Sweetness.", [j.d. Robb, Celebrity In Death]

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What About Your Crepe?" "stuff It." "she's Crazy About You," Mavis Commented. "it's Almost Embarrassing, The Way She Fawns.

Listen Carefully. I'd Crush You Like A Bug For Causing My Wife One Single Moment Of Pain. Believe It. Fear It.

...if I Don't Have Twenty Or Thirty Books Right Here, Waiting To Be Read, I Start Jonesing. That's My Compulsion.

Evil Cannot And Will Not Be Vanquished By Evil. Dark Will Only Swallow Dark And Deepen. The Good And The Light Are The Keenest Weapons.

Eve-"in The Name Of All That Is Holy...it's 2060, Not 1760. Can't They Figure Out A Better Way To Handle This Process?" Roarke-"amen

My Own Sense Of Family, Where I Came From And What I Made For Myself Is An Important Part Of My Life.

Who's With Her?" Roarke Asked, Though He Already Knew. It Was Just Like Her. "with Her? Oh, Ah, Hmmm. Webster." Silence Fell, A Clatter Of Broken Bricks. Peabody Folded Her Hands In Her Pockets And Prepared For The Explosion To Follow. "i See." When Roarke Simply Turned Back To The Screen And Continued, She Didn't Know Whether To Be Relieved Or Scared To Death.

When You Reach For The Stars, You Lose Blood And Tears. That's Something You Should Remember.

We All Look. The Lucky Find.

He Pulled Himself Out Of Hard Times, Dealt With The Scars From It, Pushed Himself To Make A Mark. A Little Bit Of The Wild Side There, Always. I Told Myself, Oh No, I Won't Get Tangled Up With This One. And I Said It Again, Even When I Was Tangled Up.

I Find Myself Fascinated By A Man Who Admits To Enjoying Fairy Tales And Uses The Word "impinge"- Barely Misses A Beat While Indulging In A Brief Girl-on-girl Fantasy. You're A Man Of Layers, Ford." Me And Shrek, We're Onions.

What's Your Status?" She Asked Him. "healthy, Wealthy, And Wise. What's Yours?" "ha. Mean, Crafty, And Rude.

She Surrounded Herself With Books At Work And At Home. Her Living Space Was A Testament To Her First And Abiding Love With Shelves Jammed With Books Tables Crowded With Them. She Saw Them Not Only As Knowledge Entertainment Comfort Even Sanity But As A Kind Of Artful Decoration.

Have I Missed A National Holiday? There Must Be Celebrations In The Streets For You To Be Home At This Hour Of The Day." "i'm Calling It Summerset Goes Mute Day. The City's Gone Mad With Joy.

I Didn't Get Fired." "you Didn't Punch Your Boss And Get Fired From The Tribune? That's What I Heard." "i Punched What Could Loosely Be Called A Colleague For Cribbing My Notes On A Story And Since The Editor–who Happened To Be The Asshole's Uncle–took His Word Over Mine, I Quit." "to Write Books. Is It Fun?" "i Guess It Is." "i Bet You Killed The Asshole In The First One You Wrote." "you'd Be Right. Beat Him To Death With A Shovel. Very Satisfying.

I Want You More Than I Should," She Heard Herself Say. "i Have You Less Than I Want.

What Do You Know About Life? " Bitterness Ached In Her Throat. " You Were Born With Everything. You Never Had To Struggle For A Single Thing You Wanted, Never Had To Worry If You'd Be Accepted Or Loved Or Wanted Back." He Stared At Her, Grateful For The Moment That She Couldn't See That He'd Spent Nearly Half Of His Life Worrying That She, The Single Thing He Wanted, Would Accept Him, Love Him, And Want Him Back.

Once You Considered Failure You Were One Step Farther Away From Success.

I Don't Let Myself Believe In Writer's Block. I Feel Very Strongly Writing Is Habit As Much As An Art Or A Craft. And If You Write Crap, You're Still Writing.

Lots Of People Think Things Would Be Better Some Other Way. That's Why The World's Lousy With Theme Parks.

So, You’re Hitting On Clare The Fair.” “i’m Not Hitting On Her. I’m Exploring The Possibility Of Seeing Her On Social Terms.” “he’s Hitting On Her,” Owen Said Around A Mouthful Of Chips. “you’ve Still Got That Thing You Had For Her Back In High School. Are You Still Writing Bad Song Lyrics About Heartbreak?” “suck Me. And They Weren’t That Bad.” “yeah, They Were,” Ryder Disagreed. “but At Least Now We Don’t Have To Listen To You Playing Your Keyboard And Howling Them Down The Hall.

I Need To Write To Be Happy.

How's It Going Down There?" "it's Weird. They're Too Polite, They Talk Funny, And Stuff Has Too Much Shine On It. But The Coffee's Worse Than Central's, So That's Something.

I Was Having The Surreal Experience Of Having Myself Show Myself Around My Office And Bullpen.” “oh! My Desk. I Could’ve Sat At My Desk. I Could’ve Sat At Your Desk.” “no.” “it’s A Vid Set.” “even Then, No.

Make A Life With Me, One That Comes From Love, One That I Can Watch Grow In You. Only A Fool Would Believe That What Comes From What We Have Together Would Be Anything But Beautiful.

Love's Scary, And Sometimes It's Transient. But It's Worth The Risks And The Nerves. It's Even Worth The Pain.

I Fear Feeling My Heart Break A Second Time, Because I'm Not Sure I Could Survive It. I'd Rather Live Alone Than Risk The Pain.

Life Has Very Little Even Ground.

I'm Still Picking Pockets--i Just Do It As Legally As I Can. Being Married To A Cop Limits Certain Activities.

She Was Singed, Bleeding, Bruised, And Furiously Alive.

If You Love Someone, When It's The Most Real, The Most Important Thing In Your Life, It's Not Enough To Coast. You Need To Dig In Those Footers, Start Building On That Base. You Want Something To Last, You Put Your Back Into It.

You Don't Fix A Man The Way You Do A Fault In A Pipe Or A Leak In A Roof. You Take Him As He Is, Mary Brenna, Or You Don't Take Him At All...adjustments Can't Be All Made On One Side, Darling, Else The Balance Goes Off And What's Being Built Just Falls Down.

Dinner's In One Hour. If You're Not Back, Sitting At The Table, I'll Beat You All Unconscious With A Spatula.

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